Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Neigborhood Gestapo and Pregnancy Progress


Well, we thought our biggest concern in our new neck of the woods would be the "Blue Light Special"; however, we are learning about our new adversary, the "Neighborhood Gestapo." Don't get me wrong--as referenced in my original post, we love living in our planned community; we love most of our neighbors; we love the well-manicured lawns and respectable families that we are surrounded by. In many ways we are proud of where we live and can envision ourselves living here for many years--walking our family to the neighborhood pool and biking the trail to the neighborhood elementary school, but recent events have made us wonder if "Big Brother" really exists.

A couple of weeks after we moved in last year, we went out of town and, in being away from home, inadvertently left our garbage can out over the weekend. Shortly after, we received a "friendly reminder" about keeping garbage cans out of sight from the road. Our initial reaction was, "GAH--Seriously!?! Welcome to the neighborhood..." but we also appreciated the dedication to maintaining an aesthetically pleasing neighborhood. This Spring we received another "friendly reminder" about vehicles being parked on the street overnight--after a weekend of hosting out-of-town guests. This one ticked us off a little bit. Meanwhile, we are discussing such events with some of our neighbor friends, and they brought to our attention that an HOA board member lives just a couple of houses down from us and frequently goes on walks with her dog {more to come on that momentarily} looking for violations to cite. Our neighbors had several similar experiences with privacy fences, basketball goals, pool codes that had been deactivated due to said violations...

Our blood began boiling, and we began keeping closer tabs on this "Big Sister." Patrick began noticing that she frequently walked her dog and allowed her to "do her business" in other people's yards including our own. Major violation. You have to have some variation of a pooper scooper when taking dog walks. Next, Maggie gets sick. She becomes lethargic, begins vomiting, and having trouble using the bathroom. In the vet's office as they freak me out with all of the serious implications of her symptoms, they conclude that her intestines are being severely attacked by a bacteria likely caused from her eating grass contaminated with another animal's fecal matter. Our visit{S} cost over $100 and we are NOT happy--concluding that the culprit is "Big Sister's dog."

Fast forward to this week. We receive a notice of a fine for $50 due to a repeat violation of a vehicle parked on the street. Patrick, fed up, calls the HOA pres and boldly demands and explanation. He supplies Patrick the date of the violation--a day that Patrick cleaned and organized our garage and parked our vehicles on the street for 2 hours. He then tells Patrick that it was reported by a board member who lives on our street, and Patrick let him in on the "pooping incident." Our friendly neighbors are irate as well, and we've decided this woman must be an extremely unhappy person. Nevertheless, our "fine" was waived... I think our cul-de-sac may take over the HOA in next year's election. If you can't beat them, join them-- right!?!

In other news, I'm closing in on being 31 weeks pregnant {picture above}, and I cannot believe that the summer is almost over. I'm still feeling pretty good--just having a little more difficulty getting comfortable as I sleep and tiring out a little more quickly than I am used to. We have chosen our pediatrician and begun our "Childbirth Education" classes at the hospital. I was a bit nervous about how I'd react to all of the information. Surprisingly, it reassured me rather than freaked me out--although I know there's probably more scary information to come... After our class last night, I had the first pleasant dream I've had in months... Have I mentioned that I'm having CRAZY dreams...? Giving birth to animals rather than people; I'm lost in an indecipherable hospital maze and can't find Patrick or Addy; horrible birthing experiences... etc. The latest disturbing nightmare was that Patrick was cheating on me with a woman named Vicky who looked like a younger version of Samantha from Sex and the City. In my dream, I am soooo pregnant, am wearing a moo moo {sp?} type of gown, am throwing things, and am cussing them a major blue streak as he shrugs his shoulders at me and she laughs. When Patrick woke me up the following morning for church, I rolled over, bawling, deliriously saying, "Why are you cheating on me?" I don't remember this moment, but I do know it took me about half the day to get over it--not being able to differentiate my dream from reality. Poor Patrick! What a trooper! We've had many laughs over this one--he's praying he doesn't meet anyone named Vicky, and we keep dropping her name at random times...

9 comments:

Jamey said...

I got stressed out just reading about your board member! I would live in constant fear that I wasn't doing something right, waiting for the dreaded "friendly reminder."

Tiffany Norris said...

Why is it that "friendly reminders" are hardly ever friendly? Bless your heart! Good luck with the counter-attack.

Lindsey said...

You crack me up! I always love reading your posts. They are always so well written and you say just the right thing. 31 weeks! Wow, coming up fast! How exciting. Glad you are feeling good.

The Bowerman Blog said...

We use to live in a neighborhood where the president of the Homeowner's Association lived down the street from us. She loved to be a nazi about friends' cars being on the curb.
Pregnancy dreams are so vivid. I have crazy ones myself. I'm glad you are doing well.

Katie said...

This post is hilarious! Although, I'm sorry that Maggie is sick b/c of stranger poop!

My mom had dreams similar to yours when she was pregnant as well. If you remember my dad's thick head of white hair, my mom would dream that she was getting to see me for the first time and I'd be laying there wearing thick black rimmed glasses, have bucked teeth, and a thick head of white hair just like my daddy's. :)

I hope you are able to have some peaceful sleep these last weeks!

J said...

CRAZY neighborhood crap!!!! It's always something, huh?

You are lookin' good! I can't believe you are almost done!!

Yeah, the dreams you have while preg are crazy. I gave birth to a cat once. In my dreams I mean.

McKinney Madness said...

I just have one question for you- were you wearing earmuffs the night of your bad dream??? And did it include roaches??? HA! Just pray you don't have a nurse named VICKY! That is HILARIOUS!!!

Haley Morgan said...

LOVE this post. Your neighborhood saga sounds like a TV show. Thanks so much for your sweet card! I know you are anxious for baby Addy to get here - I can't believe it's so close! Enjoy the last couple months of your pregnant days, because when she gets here you'll have to share her! It's a crazy moment when you realize that the baby you are holding was inside your belly for so long! Have a great week. Praying for you and your family!

Cary said...

Thought about you when I saw this one.